They aren’t very big—maybe a little over an inch when stretched out like that? This guy does look large in the picture, doesn’t he!

About five steps down the block after I took this, my heel came down on something hard that cracked and crunched. I screamed and did a manic hop-step forward, shrieking at Scott, “Don’t look! Don’t look at it!”—because if I’d squashed a snail, I didn’t want to know, didn’t want it confirmed.

Of course Scott couldn’t HELP but look. It was just a piece of bark, he said between guffaws. And then he kissed me in the middle of the street because I am ridiculous.